See them under the arch of the Bayonne Bridge, two vessels:  in the distance a hint of bluish Mary Alice and closer up the petite bright orange Monark.

But if you were working in the fog of the KVK that day, you would want flare-bright orange in something so

tiny as Monark, focused on

surveying the bottom,  where the refinery roar obliterated sound and fog diminished visibility.

And Monark dashed all over the Kill, where the waters were sometimes flat and other

times quite lumpy.

Imagine my surprise when–two days later–driving northbound on the NJ Turnpike, I spotted through my moving windshield wipers, a sight of  the same mettlesome orange Monark, trailered, headed south.  Oh, why don’t I keep the camera beside me on the seat!  Well, given traffic, the right thing to do was keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes pointed north.

All fotos–such as I got– by Will Van Dorp.

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